Every day I walked to the same platform, at the same time, in the same clothes, the same make up and hairstyle to wait for the train which always arrived at 7:45 exactly, where I would walk for approximately twenty minutes, get two buses which lasted half an hour total and then arrived at the same destination. The only day I never saw her was Sundays. The only thing that was irregular about my routine was her. The girl that waited directly opposite from me on the other side of the station. She changed daily.
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The Girl on the Opposite Platform
Aktuelle LiteraturEverything in my life was constant. The people, places, the typically boring life of any teenager. Except her. *** Not generally triggering, although if anything in it is triggering I will put a note at the start of the chapter.
